As Fyodor Dostoevsky remarked, the realist finds no difficulty in accepting the existence of miracles. We ourselves may have progressed only a short way upon the path of the Jesus Prayer, but it is a path that leads out of time into eternity, and out of space into infinity.

It's in the intricate parts of nature that we see the gospel before us. Watching these ants take the pollen away navigating the barbs on the cactus with such ease. I was stuck here watching this for a good 20 mins.